[Video post, locked to allies]

[shadowchaser.livejournal.com]

[The screen comes on to show Amy sitting on the floor of her room in Heatherfield, cuddling Eli in her lap while he plays with a small platypus toy. She looks a little worn down, but she's smiling]

Hey guys. Guess who woke up this morning? Mr. Grump is even grumpier when he's been out of it for a few weeks. He's doing okay, but the doctors want to keep him a few more days, since they're kind of going a bit nuts trying to figure out what happened.

[She rolls her eyes heavenward as she strokes her son's hair] Really, am I supposed to tell them that this evil bit- er, cow went into his dreams and locked him up? 'Cause that's what Jalen says happened. That might fly in Radiant Garden, but not here. Speaking of home, I can't wait to get back. Neither can Eli, huh baby? We need to glomp Song and Mabry to pieces.

[Eli pauses in his chewing of the toy to cock his head to the side, looking up at his mother. Then he grins, waving a hand at the screen. Amy laughs]

Yeah, so. I was reading Jalen something ridiculous about a heaving bosom or whatever and he said my name...I dropped the book. I'm so glad...He said he dreamed about me. [The smile fades as she sighs] I wish I could have done something to help, but-

[Amy pauses, as if she's about to say something else, then thinks better of it]

It doesn't matter now. I'll let you guys know when we're ready to get out of here. Say bye-bye, Ladybug.

[Eli laughs, waving the drool-covered toy] Bye! Bye!

[The video ends]

(locked from Song) So . . .

[belegwen.livejournal.com]

I had a talk with my doctor today.

And I'm sharing the results with you, but I don't want anyone to tell Song, because it will only upset her.

I've stopped getting any better. I'm not getting worse, and there's no evidence that I will get worse. but my body just can't shrug off the rest of the damage on top of all the negative energy from the miasma, and for obvious reasons, I am particularly sensitive to it.

The good news is that I've improved enough to get out of bed occasionally. But I'm still really weak. I can't work any magic at all, and I get coughing fits a lot.

And as near as we can tell, this is how it's going to stay unless something is done about the miasma or we can find some new healing techniques that will get through it and help me out.

So, yeah, that's about it.

And I'm not supposed to go swimming or running or fighting or . . . actually, I won't say that last one, but leave it to say that my activities with my husband have been severely limited (though not completely curtailed).